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007n7 lived a perfect life.
He had a great, high-paying job at some office where he coded for some big company. He lived in a huge mansion in the woods relatively far from any other house. Pretty much in the middle of nowhere in a quiet forest.
Still, he felt that something was missing for him.
He didn’t have a love life, which he was okay with most of the time; no partner, no other person to constantly care for. Fine with him. But occasionally, the loneliness got to him. He’d go out to clubs and bars every other week, find a special lady(or gentleman, he didn’t discriminate), take them home, and spoil them rotten; if you catch my drift.
Soon enough, he was pretty well known around local clubs as a skilled and caring guy in bed. He’d have lots of girls swooning over him, following him around, clutching his arm and whining for the popular rich guy’s attention. Sev usually pushed them off if they got too desperate; he’d rather have his partner for the night come naturally, not some desperate whore whimpering for his attention.
At some point, Sev noticed himself picking boys much more than girls, to the point where he would be turned off if a girl tried to get his attention. If he had to pick between a girl or a boy, he would much rather some cute young boy whining at his arm like a child…
“Huh.” Sev would grumble to himself as he lay in his king-sized bed. Probably just going through a phase… getting bored of women in bed, I guess.
…
One night, Sev took a boy back home. He looked adorable, frankly; short, yellow hair and bright green eyes that screamed ‘fuck me’ to Sev. Freckles all over his body. Said his name was Elliot. How cute. Sev pampered him, brought him home, fucked him until he was screaming his name, and gave him a shower after a few rounds.
“You’re really good…” Elliot mumbled as Sev was washing him.
“Thanks. You are too, for your age.” Sev smiled. Elliot had told him he was 18 and showed him the ID. 18. Legally old enough; good enough for Sev to fuck, although Sev himself was 27. Certainly good enough for his standards; he listened to what Sev wanted and didn’t have a gag reflex. Elliot laughed, but he looked away from him.
“...Can I tell you something?” Elliot looked back at Sev.
“Yeah. What is it?” Sev continued to scrub his body.
“...I’m not… er- I’m not actually… 18.”
…Oh.
“…What?” Sev immediately drew the sponge back a little from his body. He laughed a little, expecting Elliot to be pulling a joke on him. The other man…no, the other boy looked dead serious.
“I um- heh- I had a fake ID… somehow snuck in… I didn’t expect to go this far tonight but I- I couldn’t resist-”
“How old are you!?” Sev asked, panicking now. God, what has he done?! He just fucked some poor kid lying about his age and now he’s going to go to jail and his whole fuckin life is gonna be ruined-
“I-I’m 16. Are you okay? You look scared. It’s not that bad-! I could be- be younger, y’know? Better than 15!” Elliot laughed, trying to brighten the mood.
“...Y-yeah. I suppose you’re right.” Sev shook off his worries. He definitely had consent, and 16 is fine in some other countries so it’s not the WORST case scenario, right?
It was fine. Sev continued to scrub him. The world kept spinning.
…
Since then, it felt like something inside Sev changed. He only had his eye on boys that looked young, 18 to 20 year olds in the club. Ignored everyone else.
Then, he began exploring further. Went for the barely legal category on websites on times when he didn’t want to go out to the club and find someone. Adorable young boys wearing short shorts and kids t-shirts getting fucked raw by a much older hairy guy. Scary, illegal stuff to others, hot to Sev.
That was as far as he went; he didn’t want to go on some other freaky dark websites and get put on police watch and get arrested and BOOM his perfect life and reputation is gone, just like that. Rather safe than sorry… but he wished he had the real deal sometimes.
“God there’s something wrong with me.”
“Dad?”
Sev blinked, standing up straight. He was in the doctor’s office. He looked to his side at the chair next to him and saw c00lkidd looking up at him.
“Are you okay? I heard you mumble something…”
…
“I’m fine, c00lkidd.”